Newt and Thomas had been best friends for years. Since they were in diapers. The two boys were inseperable, always together. If you saw Newt, that meant Thomas wasn't very far. Their parents had been best of friends themselves and had been thrilled to see how well their children seemed to be getting along.
But, when they were ten, Newt left suddenly without saying anything to Thomas. He didn't any message and cut off all contacts with him. Thomas was devastated, he cried for weeks, not understanding what had happened. His parents tried to reassure him and confort him but nothing worked. He was a lonely kid, always had been and his only friend was Newt. He was left all alone, bullied for being the smartest kid in school until college was finished.
Thomas found a job pretty quickly as a scientist and was a successful one at that.
He had always love science and being as smart as he was, it had been the best job for him. But Thomas was still lonely, his collegues didn't like him because he made more money than they did and even if he had a glow up during his college years and was now very handsome, nobody seemed to be attracted to Thomas.
It was a late night on a friday that it happened. Thomas had been feeling stuffy in his appartment even though the place was really spacious and had needed some fresh air. He went out on a walk but after an hour or so he arrived near a bar. He was walking slowly, not in a rush to go anywhere when he heard it. The laugh. His laugh. He could recognise that laugh between thousands. It was him. Newt. He was certain of it and it made his stomach drop.
He walked faster, still hearing the beautiful sound when he saw a group of people standing in front of the bar, about to leave. They were all exchanging goodbyes, laughing and smiling. Thomas stood not too far from them for a moment until he saw him. He hadn't changed one bit. It had been years yet he looked the exact same, just older. He was gorgeous. But even though Thomas had missed him so much and wanted to jump in his arms and never let go, he couldn't contain the rage he felt rising inside of him at the sight of the blonde. Here he was, being happy with new friends and probably a girlfriend or boyfriend that is too kind to be hated. That thought only pissed Thomas off even more.
His face scrunched up in anger and he speed walked to the group of people. They looked at him in curiousity when they saw him reach them fast and without wasting time, he raised his fist and slammed it in Newt's jaw. The blonde hadn't expected him to do that and he nearly fell from the blunt force of the unexpected hit. He regained his balance as his friends yelled in shock and a few guys pushed Thomas away in anger and confusion as they rest of them checked on Newt.
"What is wro-" Newt started to say as he looked at Thomas once he had recovered from the blow before Thomas cut him off.
"How could you do this to me!" he shouted, watching confusion and surprise strike the blonde's face. "I needed you!"
"Wha-"
"Shut up!" Thomas shouted as they all watched him as if he was crazy and maybe he was but he had been so hurt when Newt left that he needed to unleash all that pent-up emotion he had accumulated for years. "I hate you so much!" he shouted, not meaning it but it felt good to shout. But as he looked at the blonde, he noticed something. The evident confusion on the boy's face was genuine. At that realisation, tears flooded Thomas' eyes and he held back a sob as they rolled down his cheeks. "You don't even know who I am, do you?" he asked as his voice cracked with so much hurt that Newt looked pained at the sight.
"I don't- I'm sorry." the blonde replied in a whisper, not knowing what to do or say. The boy did look faintly familiar but he couldn't bring himself to remember who. "Maybe you got the wrong person."
"Oh my god" Thomas sobbed. "I hate you so much." he said and the blonde found himself troubled by those words. "I fucking hate you, Newt, I hate you." he told the boy, turning around to run away.
